Page 139 of Billionaire Lumberjack's Bargain

I slide my free hand between us to give her the direct stimulation she needs.

“Oh, God…” She gasps, her head dropping back, neck straining. “That. Right. There.”

“I know, baby. I got you.”

A sharp pinch and twist later, her body trembles beneath me, her pussy clamping down and rippling along my cock as she comes again, which allows me finally to unleash what I’ve been holding back.

I increase my tempo, driving into her, needing it, needing this more today than I could have ever anticipated. When I finally come deep inside her and sag onto her warm, pliant body, she cradles me against her, kissing me gently against the temple.

“Well, that was a great lunch.”

Chuckling, I brush my lips over any skin I can get the them on.

She shivers. “But we need to go back to the lake.”

I nod. “We do.”

As much as I would love to lie here with her, soaking in the firsttrulyspring day we’ve had this year in this beautiful meadow, real life is calling.

And Pops doesn’t deserve to be left to wranglethosetwo alone for long.

I reluctantly climb off her, my cock slipping out with a groan, and I tug my pants back up.

She does the same, wincing slightly. “Didn’t exactly think this through.”

I smirk. “I did.” Kissing her again, I cup her pussy through the stiff fabric. “And I love the thought of you walking around with my cum inside you until we can get back to the cabin and you can shower.”

“Jesus, Dalton…” She shakes her head, but the grin she offers tells me she isn’t offended in the least. “Keep talking like that and we’re never getting back to the lake.”

I slide back and get to my feet, then hold out a hand and tug her up. “Don’t tempt me.”

The walk back is quiet, peaceful, both of us content in a way that makes the beauty of the mountain explode tenfold. And by the time we step out into the clearing the lake sits in, I’ve almost forgotten how rough the last couple of weeks have been with her morning sickness and exhaustion because she seems more full of energy and life than I’ve seen her in a long time.

Pops’ voice carries to us as we approach him from behind. “Will you two knock it off?”

I drop my head closer to Camille’s, squeezing her hand. “Is he talking to us?”

She laughs. “I don’t think so. Probably the little terrors.”

Davey runs around the edge of the lake, with Hope chasing after him, trying to grab the string of fishes he holds high.

“Daveeeeeeey! Let me have them!”

She’s no match for his speed or agility at her age, and he’s taking full advantage.

We approach, and Pops glances over his shoulder. “Oh, thank God. These two are full of piss and vinegar today.”

I raise a brow, watching Davey continue to taunt his little sister. “When are they not?”

He smirks. “Good point, but we at least we have dinner.”

“Excellent.”

Hope runs up to me, her bottom lip quivering the way I know is about to spell tears, and I scoop her up. “What’s wrong, Princess?”

“Daddy…he won’t give me the fish.”

Davey offers an annoyed raise of his brows, as if to ask if he wassupposedto. “I’m the one who caught them.”

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